Chapter 20
Nolan
I can’t believe this is really fucking happening.
But it is.
And you know what?
I feel like I’m too old to be doing this shit.
Tossing the hinge pin over to Kipp prompts our runaway culprit to stop gnawing on the pen in her mouth to grump, “Is this really necessary?”
“Yes.”
“Seriously?”
“Still yes.”
“Okay, but I didn’t actually leave,” Rabbit poorly argues at the same time I carry my bedroom door to join the others that are stacked near the kitchen table.
“Only because Nolan fucking saw you first!” bellows The Kid.
Huh.
Didn’t know his voice could get that loud.
Or that fucking deep.
The woman in trouble teasingly taunts, “You sound a little cranky. I tried really hard not to wake you up from your nap.”
Swallowing my snicker isn’t necessary due to the loud dropping of the door masking the sound.
It’s really not the fucking time to make light of what’s going on.
Doesn’t mean she won’t try.
And it doesn’t mean I can’t enjoy it when she does.
That’s one of those things I lov –
No.
Not saying that shit.
“I’m not cranky!” Kipp yells a second time.
“You sound cranky,” she continues to chide as I cross over to rest my ass against the counter beside him.
“I’m not fucking cranky!” He barks even louder, this time creeping just an inch closer in her direction. “I’m fucking pissed!”
“Pretty sure the bass boost your usin’ is givin’ that shit away, Kid,” I lightheartedly point out and fold my arms across my chest.
“Here I am thinking my Ferrari is getting waxed and detailed and her goddamn oil changed only to find out that someone was trying to Ferris Bueller it instead!”
Bunny’s head tilts to one side in bewilderment. “You’ve seen Ferris Bueller’s Day Off?”
“That’s what you took away from the comparison?” I thoughtlessly poke.
“Of course I’ve seen it. Nolan has the hots for Mathew Broderick.”
Her eyebrow doesn’t hesitate to quirk in question.
“No.” I clear my throat to emphasize my refusal to change subjects. “We ain’t about to unpack that shit right now.”
Rabbit can’t help herself from goading, “Sounds like we should.”
“Sounds like your ass will do fucking anything to deflect from discussing the topic at hand furthermore fucking proving why Nolan removing the doors from every room of the apartment was so fucking necessary!”
Took less time than I thought it would.
Even the closets are on display.
Pantry too.
“Why the fuck did you try to leave, Bunny?!”
“You know why I tried to leave, Kipp!”
“No, I don’t.” The Kid slowly and deliberately shakes his head in disagreement. “Especially not after you saw what the fuck I’m capable of.”
“I don’t want you to be capable of that!”
“I was capable of that long before you came into the fucking picture! There are only so many fuckin’ dents a person can take before they’re jus’ gettin’ their shit wrecked!”
His cold-blooded response sends an unexpected chill down my spine.
“You do what you have to do to protect yourself and the people you love.” Kipp’s jaw momentarily hardens. Ticks. “End of race.”
Bunny guiltily glances away.
To be fair…had he not put Big K in the ground when he did…I would’ve.
There’s no excuse for beating your son.
Damn sure no reason that he should’ve been sporting an almost pitch black eye and minor concussion he lied about getting in a fight over who makes a better car the Italians or the Germans.
“Now, from the starting line,” my partner begins again, arms folding to match mine, “why the fuck did you try to leave?”
“I don’t want you to get hurt.”
“Why the fuck does everyone think I’m that fragile?!” The Kid harshly shouts in obvious frustration. “I’m not some piece of shit sub-compact that’s got a recall notice out on it! I can take a fucking hit! Maybe I’m not a fucking tank like Nolan-”
“You think I’m that…big?”
“I think you’re that fucking strong.” He offhandedly rebuts. “And I think I’m more like a Silverado than anyone wants to give me credit for.”
Our woman tucks the pen into her bun and sighs, “Not sure I entirely follow this fucking metaphor or simile or car report in progress, but I wasn’t implying that you’re not physically capable of taking a hit so much so as trying to say I don’t want you to emotionally take a beating because of me.”
An unexpected, emotionless shrug is presented. “Tough tits.”
I’m not sure whose jaw cracks faster…mine or hers.
“It’s not all about what you want, Bunny.”
“I-”
“Sometimes shit is about what you need.”
“But-”
“And you, whether or not you get it, or whether or not you wanna get it, or whether or not you fuckin’ understand it, you need us. And we need you. And we all need to start workin’ together the way we’re fuckin’ meant to as the engine,” he tips his head at me, “the transmission,” his chin dips inward prior to kicking outward, “and the fuckin’ ignition.”
“But-”
“There are no fucking buts!”
To my surprise, his continual yelling causes my cock to stir.
Despite how magically fuckable he looks as his muscles flex and unflex during each outburst, now is not the time for that shit.
I know that.
Now, let’s get my dick that memo, too.
“You don’t get to burn rubber ‘cause shits hard or scary or maybe a little fucking confusing!” Kipp’s frame naturally gravitates towards where she’s sitting on the couch. “You have to stay in fucking park just like we do!”
Her mouth suddenly clamps shut.
“We’re all on the insurance. We’re all on the maintenance plan. We’re all here for the next stretch of long hard miles between services.” He drops his palms firmly on the edge of the couch and leans into her space. “Am I making myself freshly fucking waxed clear?”
“You’re making me rollbar hard,” I playfully mumble loud enough for Rabbit to hear.
The corner of her lip kicks upward as if tempted yet rather than encourage the action, our boyfriend tosses me a scowl over his bare shoulder.
“And now you’re making me safety harness soft.”
“Could you please take this shit seriously, Nolan?!”
“What the fuck do you call takin’ the doors off the hinges?!”
“Dramatic,” Rabbit croaks receiving two sets of glares for her answer.
“You know what’s dramatic?” It’s my turn to add a bit of gruffness to my voice. “The whole fucking production you put on to get the fuck out of here to avoid having to do the hard shit we’re clearly prepared to do.” One leg crosses in front of the other. “See, that’s the shit you still don’t get about us, Bunny. Everything Kipp just said is fucking true. We have to all be in this shit for it to work. Not just for the fun shit. Not just for the touch our dick shit. And not just for the right now shit.”
The Kid shifts so that’s he’s sitting on the arm of the couch prompting our woman to scoot closer.
Plop her chin on his boxer covered leg.
Drape one arm across him to wordlessly declare she really doesn’t wanna be anywhere else other than where she is right now.
“Y’all, we have to talk about more shit. Like Rabbit…do you keep doing consulting work for businesses like the DeLuca Construction Company and The Barktique – which both just expanded again you said – or do you join our businesses and just do our books? We could clearly use it. Or maybe you do that and start a little side hustle helping others in town?”
She hums in momentary contemplation.
“We also need to talk about the awkward shit I.E. what do we call each other? Boyfriend? Girlfriend? Partner? Fuck friends?”
“Definitely not fuck friends,” Kipp sneers.
“And that shit, brings me to the future shit we need to talk about at some point like do we ever see those fucking labels becoming husband? Wife? Do we build a fucking bigger place? Move? Do we want…I don’t know…actual fucking kids someday? One? Ten?”
My rambling is expectedly met by shock and uncertainty.
“I’m not sayin’ we need to answer that shit now, I’m just sayin’ like the matter of the ex-fuck boy that’s been alive for too long, we need to talk and come up with plans together. That’s the only way we’re gonna survive and move forward without anyone endin’ up dead or in prison.” Lifting my eyebrows to the ceiling is attached to the demand for a response, “Am I making myself freshly fucking waxed clear?”
“Now, you’re makin’ me rollbar hard,” The Kid grumbles while doing his best to adjust his growing bulge.
Guess we’ve both got a little pent-up frustration over this shit we’d like to fuck out of our system.
After exchanging slightly hungry smirks, we redirect our stares to the woman who hasn’t voiced her acknowledgement yet. We watch as she pulls herself back to a sitting position. Twists her lips to one side. Purses them to the other. Silently battles whatever bullshit she needs to before releasing a life-altering sigh. “Okay.”
Well.
Can’t say that’s the most enthusiastic shit I’ve ever heard.
“Okay?!” my best friend croaks and cocks his head in outrage. “That’s all you have to fuckin’ say?”
“Okay, I’m in.” Seeing the glimpse of her tongue ring as her mouth bobs in search of more words resumes swelling where it wasn’t needed. “I don’t wanna be anywhere else. I don’t wanna be with anyone else.” She tugs at the ends of my old sweatshirt that she’s wearing. “And you know what? I’m not just tired of running…and being scared to take a shower or a shit or make a bowl of soup…I’m tired of simply existing.” The tips of her fingers tighten around the material. “For the first time in years I got to…live. Actually. Live.” Her teeth take a nervous nibble of her bottom lip. “But I don’t wanna just live. I wanna have a life worth living with the two of you.”
It”s impossible to keep us from relocating ourselves to each side of her fidgeting frame.
“Baby, look at me,” Kipp warmly commands, all ruggedness to his tone momentarily gone. The instant he has her stare, he states, “We want a life with you too.” Our boyfriend lifts her fingers to his lips to plant a small kiss on her knuckles. “Only. You.”
“We know that bastard wants you…”
Rabbit turns to let our gazes lock.
“But he can’t fucking have you.” Gripping her chin firmly is accompanied by leaning in closer. By leaving no room for doubt. By forcing her to feel my words burn against her shaky lips. “You’re. Ours.”
She reluctantly nods.
“Say it.” Her mouth cracks open yet nothing comes out pushing me to strengthen my hold. “Say. It.”
This time she airily purrs, “I’m. Yours.”
Turning her face away from mine to face our partner’s is swiftly done next. “Again.”
Our boyfriend stays completely still as if he’s paralyzed in place until the right words are said to revive him.
“I’m. Yours.”
The Kid moans and groans and barely grumbles out, “Fuck yes, you are,” before smashing his mouth against Bunny’s.
Seeing his tongue fiercely conquer hers and hers effortlessly surrender to him, unexpectedly removes the weight of dread that’s been firmly crushing my chest for the last couple of hours.
Of course, I didn’t fucking want her to go.
Selfishly for me, yeah, but more so for him.
The Kid deserves…happiness.
Real. Fucking. Happiness.
The shit you can’t get tinkering around under the hood of a car.
And she gives it to him.
And if something were to ever happen to me – albeit prison or shotgun to the chest – I’d wanna know he wasn’t gonna end up completely alone.
That he had someone in his life that loved him just as much as I do.
When he abruptly pulls back, I savagely jerk her face back my direction and command, “Get naked.” Excitement instantly thrums through her bright eyes forcing me to announce, “Oh, I’m not about to reward you for runnin’ away, Rabbit.” My thumb lightly pulls at her bottom lip. “I’m gonna punish you.” A faint flash of concern appearing pushes me to add, “And you’re gonna fucking like it.”
No argument is given.
No hesitation presented.
Bunny simply stands.
Strips.
Allows us to drink in the sight of her hard, dark nipples.
The wetness already glistening between her thighs.
Resisting the instinct to reach out and gently stroke the swollen area takes more willpower than any one man can be expected to have especially when The Kid whimpers, “Sir…”
Oh, like this shit isn’t about to be hard enough.
“On your feet, Kid.”
Kipp immediately springs upward ready to fulfill whatever order I give next.
“On my lap, Rabbit.”
Curiosity has her cocking her head while slowly moving.
“Hands on my knees. Legs spread wide. Ass facing me.”
“But you’re still wearing pants.”
“I already told you…” The shaking of my head is slow and wicked. “You’re not bein’ rewarded.”
She flashes me the tiny jewelry in her mouth as if tempting me to rethink my choice yet does as she’s been told.
Once in position, she wiggles her hips to further appeal her case.
The movement is ignored.
But goddamn is it hard to.
I meet our man’s confused glare at the same time I instruct, “Drop the boxers.”
“Yes, Sir.”
One swift motion is all it takes for them to be on the ground where they belong, revealing his thick cock that I can hardly believe my hand fits around.
Bunny needily whimpers, opens her mouth, and rocks forward in preparation to take a suck when I grab a fistful of her hair to yank her backward, knocking the pen to the floor. “At-ah.” Her gasp hardly precedes my lips brushing against her ear. “You get to watch.” One hard slap against the curve of her ass is executed. “Not taste.” Another sharp inhale of objection is stolen; however, the second spank directly on the heels of the first has that same breath dispersing. “Stroke yourself, Kid.” Cutting a small glance in his direction is attached to a villainous smirk. “Show our very bad dirty slut what she would’ve been leavin’ behind…”
After a low, animalistic like growl leaves The Kid, he uses my hold on her hair to heave her forward so that her mouth is right next to the tip of his dick.
So that she can see the precum dripping from his slit.
Watch it hit the floor instead of her tongue.
The sight causes my own to press against my zipper which results in Rabbit needily whimpering again.
Has her rocking back against it.
Receiving a harsh hit for trying to find her own release as much as for making me miserable about not getting one of my own.
The Kid roughly begins jerking his cock, eyes becoming more and more hooded during each passing tug. His barbaric hold remains tangled with mine so that we’re partially holding hands in her hair while the speed of my spanking syncs to that of his stroking. The faster he fucks his calloused hand, the more furious my palm gets, slapping the round space, adding stings and shades of red to what’s hands down the most beautiful brown skin I’ve ever seen.
“You’re gonna think about us every time you fuckin’ sit down,” I growl between strikes.
“Yes, Sir,” she airily croaks, hot breath bathing The Kid’s cock, igniting a familiar warning groan in the back of his throat.
“Every time you fuckin’ stand up.”
Another whine hits our ears.
Encourages his cock to swell.
Drip.
Fuckkkkkk…do I love watchin’ that shit drip.
“Yes, Sir.”
“Every time you take a fuckin’ breath, Rabbit…”
Her ability to do so seems to cease as she trembles in my lap, wetness ceaselessly soaking my pants.
“You’re.” A slightly harsher spank bounces her cheek. “Gonna.” The heat radiating off the area increases.“Feel.” Every muscle in her body tenses. “Us.”
“Fuck.Fuck.Fuck.Fuckkkkkkk!!!!” shouts our boyfriend at the same time long white-hot ropes of cum splash against her lips, trickling down and down and down until tiny drops get stuck on the edges of her nipples.
Our fingers flex together offering reassurance that I’m not only in this moment, but that he wants me in this moment as much as I wanna be in this moment, a combination that threatens to have me coming too.
I cannot keep coming in my fucking work pants.
This shit is getting ridiculous.
The Kid maintains his hold on his dick and wolfishly wipes the remaining jizz across her closed lips. “You’re such a good girl in white…”
Almost inhuman whines escape our girlfriend informing us that her lesson has been learned.
“Go on, you dirty little slut…” A gentle kiss is dropped on her shoulder blade while my palm gently caresses the tortured territory. “You can lick it off.”
Eagerly, Bunny uses her tongue to sweep the area clean, only to just as greedily latch her lips around Kipp’s sensitive tip and deliver the same treatment.
His groans repeatedly fuse with hers creating a concert of carnal moans impossible not to momentarily get lost in.
She waits until he relinquishes his grip to melt backward against me and display her glossy eyed stare which affirms what I already knew.
She really did enjoy being punished.
I offer her a cocky wink before stating to the man in our life, “Why don’t you go get her washed off?” Both of my hands helplessly indulge in a cupping of her slightly sticky titties. “I’ll rub her down afterwards.”
Bunny arches her back on a whispered, “Promise, Sir?”
“I always keep my word, Rabbit.”
“That he does,” The Kid chuckles and lifts Bunny out of my lap to carry her to his bathroom. “That he does…”
Seeing the two of them disappear in the direction of his room with wide mouth smiles further instills that sense of peace I was worried would never be found again.
I’m glad it didn’t actually leave so much as temporarily hide.
Not sure it would’ve ever come back had it truly left.
Just as I rise to my feet to ditch my own clothes, the sound of the garage bell rings, pulling my attention in the way I least expected it.
Warily, I hustle down the stairs.
Skip turning on more lights because the emergency overhead ones are enough.
I make sure the wrench is within reach and cautiously crack open the door only enough to see who it is.
Unfortunately for me, it’s two faces I was hoping I wouldn’t have to see again.
Damn sure not on my fucking doorstep.
“Mr. Nolan,” Detective Davis states at the same time he flashes me his badge. “Remember us?”
Rather than answer, I wait for what the knot in my stomach tells me is coming next.
“We’ve got a search warrant for your home, business, and vehicle,” Detective Northwood announces while waving around a folded piece of paper, two uniformed officers hanging over his shoulder. “And uh…” the corners of his lips curl vilely upward, “we also have a few questions for you to answer down at the precinct.”
Knowing exactly what they’re hoping I’ll do makes it so damn easy to do the opposite. “Come on in, boys.” The swift opening of the door precedes my own villainous grin. “You’re welcomed to do your jobs.”
Davis and Northwood both wrinkle their foreheads in surprise.
“And I’ll be happy to answer any of your questions at the precinct…” I lean my back against the edge of the frame and fold my arms across my chest. “As soon as my attorney is present.”